My Perfect Night and My Perfect 10 - Part 1

Now I know many of you are already thinking, "CDM, you haven't been at this long enough to know what a perfect night is." Well, you have it half right. I haven't been at this very long. If you've read my previous articles, you know all about my entry into the world of strip clubs, and all the internal drama that is caused inside my head. Now that I have a few months and a few clubs under my belt, I feel like I have my "sea legs" (or "strip club legs") under me and know just a little about how it all works. Keep in mind that I named this article "MY Perfect Night" because I realize everyone's idea of perfect is different. I just know that when I got back to my hotel that night, all I could think was that the night had been perfect. I really don't know how it could have gotten any better. Let me say up front that there were no blowjobs or sex involved. "Well shit," you say. "How can it be perfect if there was no sex?" Understand that I don't go to clubs for sex. I know many of you do, and I don't have a problem with that at all. If a dancer digs me enough that she wants to have sex with me back at my hotel, I would consider it, and I'm not talking about paying for pussy. I get enough pussy from the wife at home, so I have no desire to pay for it. She would have to want me without one cent of incentive. But that hasn't happened, and I don't forsee it happening, so in my version of perfect, sex isn't involved. Secondly, while my experience is very limited, I do have a good idea of what I like. I have a picture in my mind of what kind of experience I want and what type of girls I like. That is why I can say I had a perfect night. It matched up with my previous visions of what a perfect night would be. What is so crazy is that it was like the girls I encountered that night could actually see that vision, and they played it out perfectly. Weird. On with the story... I was only in town for one afternoon and night, so I had to plan my excursion carefully. After some time on the TUSCL review section and some kind advice from PMing a TUSCL member in the area, I settled on one club for the late afternoon and a second club for the evening. I left my hotel room at 4pm and headed for my first stop. The traffic in this town was horrendous, so I didn't get to the club until about 5. I made my way through the door and a waitress helped me find a seat. The sun was blazing outside, and it was really dark in the club, so I decided to sit tight and let my eyes adjust. I wasn't there 60 seconds when a dancer approached. I'm sure a lot of you are like me. I like to sit for a while and watch the girls on stage and look around at the girls entertaining other customers. It gives me a feel for what's available on any given day. Some days there are hot ones all around you, and others I've found it's slim pickings. So, when she asked if she could join me right after I got there, my instinct was to say no. But at that point my eyes had adjusted enough to get a good look at her. She was a beautiful Latina with a nice smile and nice curves. She was too good looking to send her packing, so I let her sit. I told her I was new to the club, and she gave me the lowdown on dance pricing and VIP. They had $10 dances at your seat, so I thought it was a good chance to give her a "test drive" before moving on to anything else. She knew exactly what I like. I like my dances slow, sexy and sensual. I've had to ask more than one dancer to slow down and take it easy. Hell, my first couple of strip club visits a few months ago, I had a dancer actually rub a sore on my dick! She was a great dancer, and I was enjoying the grind, but that thing hurt like hell for about a week. This hot Latina was sexy and had great moves. She passed her driving test, and I moved into the VIP with her. At this club, you pay one price to get into the VIP section, then it's yours for the day. You then pay the dancers on a per dance basis. It wasn't a private booth, but much better than getting dances at your seat. I thoroughly enjoyed her in the VIP. Not only was she a great dancer, but a great talker as well. She didn't talk my head off, but she knew how to have a conversation. For the next two and a half hours we danced and talked, talked and danced. I could have stayed longer, but she got off at 7, and had already stayed 30 mintues over with me. She offered to give me her number so we could get together the next time I was in town, but I politely declined. If I start taking stripper numbers I'm going to eventually get myself in big trouble. I was really shocked at that first experience. I've never had a dancer spend that kind of time with me. Most just get a dance or two and move on. I really enjoy talking to them and hearing the stories of their fucked up lives. And boy was hers fucked up! It involved the Mexican Mafia and an insane asylum. (Another reason not to take her phone number.) But it was real fun to hear about it. That was something that I had envisioned in my perfect scenario... a beautiful naked dancer giving me sexy dances and hanging out for a while. It was like she could read my mind. Perfect. When she left I briefly scoped out the rest of the club, which I had hardly seen. It was then that I realized how truly lucky I was. She had been the only hot thing in that club that afternoon. I wouldn't have dropped a dime on any other girl in there. Sometimes you just get lucky. It was time to pack it in and head to Club #2 for the evening.